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Title: Psalm 73:4 [Sure There's A Righteous God]
Author: Isaac Watts [
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Psalm 73:4. S. M.
The mystery of providence unfolded.
Sure there's a righteous God,
Nor is religion vain,
Tho' men of vice may boast aloud,
And men of grace complain.
I saw the wicked rise,
And felt my heart repine,
While haughty fools with scornful eyes
In robes of honour shine.
[Pamper'd with wanton ease,
Their flesh looks full and fair,
Their wealth rolls in like flowing seas,
And grows without their care.
Free from the plagues and pains
That pious souls endure,
Thro' all their life oppression reigns
And racks the humble poor.
Their impious tongues blaspheme
The everlasting God;
Their malice blasts the good man's name,
And spreads their lies abroad.
But I with flowing tears
Indulge my doubts to rise
"Is there a God that sees or hears
"The things below the skies?"]
The tumults of my thought
Held me in hard suspense,
Till to thy house my feet were brought
To learn thy justice thence.
Thy word with light and power
Did my mistakes attend;
I view'd the sinners' life before,
But here I learnt their end.
On what a slippery steep
The thoughtless wretches go;
And O that dreadful fiery deep
That waits their fall below.
Lord, at thy feet I bow,
My thoughts no more repine;
I call my God my portion now,
And all my powers are thine.
[The end]
Isaac Watts's poem: Psalm 73:4 [Sure There's A Righteous God]
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